Kanye West - Gotta Have It Lyrics

Turn my headphones up, louder

Hello, hello, hello, white America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon' act phony, or who gone try to embarrass ya
I'mma need a day off, I think I call Ferris up
(Bueller had a Mueller but I switched it for a Miele
Cause Im richer and prior to this shit was moving free base)
Had a conference with the DJs, Puerto Rico three days
(Poli with the PD's now they got our shit on replay)
Sorry Im in pajamas but I just got off the P.J

And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Aint that where the Heat play? Niggas hate ballas these days)
Aint that like Lebron James? (Aint that just like D. Wade? Wait)

Wassup, wassup, wassup mothafucka where my money at?
You gonna make me come down to your house where your mommy at
Mummywrap the kids, have em cryin for they mommy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell em I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks, Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs)
Who in that? (Oh shit, its just blacks on blacks on blacks
Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga layin raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feeling, Im planking on a million
Im riding through yo hood, you can bank I aint got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave., we in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, Im coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn til I die
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